The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-09-15

EaIshoIld dneYer see him again.
And yet Iran all way home. And
! vet. i told ths servant breafhles seIfa any
visitors don't wish ITO be. disturbed. y
And Tets Is1iade my mother repeat the
spromise she had given mi. the previous
right Then Flew TO my den an the top
! Of the house, Bc1tedS myself I'M and Bet q
chair against the door, as II i were afraid:
/ Of any one making a forcibla entry
s stuffed my; fingers in my ears and went
over mypart with yigor, with more noise
! even than was absolutely necessary. Still
how strangely seemed to hear every
sound "a hanson passing mo, q hanson
drawing up at our house. I went as far.
i from the window as possible. wedged
myself up between the sofa and the wall
i and Ishut my eyes firmly. Surely there
were unaccustomed noises about, talking!
and laughing, as if ifsomething pleasant
had happened. Presently heavy footsteps
came bounding up two stairs at q time.
Obi shonld aIs have the courage not to
answer II it should be Ja
But wasn't. Kitty voice shouted
s'sybil, Sybill come down Here's''-
Kitty, bequiet, = called out furiously.
tsIf you don't hold your tongue, If you
don't 90 away from the door. immed ediately,
PHIL shoot you. ~
Shewent away, and I heard her telling
them down stairs that she believed Sybl
had gone mad
waited a little longer, then I stole to
5 the window. Surely Juliet would not be
spoilt by the sight Of q visitor leaving the
house. But there was no one leaving.
Indeed, I saw the prospect Of fresh ar
arival-1sabel Chisholm was coming up the
street In q bran new costume, and hat to
match. Her fringe was curled to per-
fection. a tiny veil was arranged coquet-
tishly Just above her nose. Flesh and
blood could n6tstand this: Down stairs
darted, without Ewaitlng aYen for g look in
( the glass. into the adrawing room ].
! bounced, and there, In his. six feet two OF
comely manliness, STOOD jack my Jack,
more bronzed and handsome and loNable
I than ever Hej whom had mourned by
! turns as dead and faithless, but whom ],
nowl knew neither, for hea came.
toward me with. both hands outstretched,
and he held mine in such a loving clasp,
and he looked iat me with eyes which j
knew were reading just such another tale
as that written on his own, face.
Then, when the knock sounded which
Z heraided Miss Chisholm he said:
= Come into another room, Sybil; have
d so much to say to you. y ~
And I'm tlat other room he told me OF
his adventures and perils, and how through
them all he had thought OF me, and won
dered if henever came back alive, whether
Il Should be sorry; and Il. he did come back,
whether Iwould promise to be his darling
little wife very, very soon. 4 &.
Eut all this, though fqr more beautiful
thar poet ever wrote, was not Shake
speare, and I had to act Juliet tonight
Juliet the wretched, the heart broken
while my own spirits were dancing, and
my pulses bounding with joy and delight
gunutterable..
We'll, Ineed hardly tell yon my Juliet
was not a success. was conscious OF
tripping about the stage In an airy, elated
way, which was allowable during the
earlier scenes; but when / should have
been tragic and desperate I was still
brimming over with my new found Joy.
All through Juliet's grand monologue,
where she swallows the poison, ran
the refrain, "Jack has come home,
Pm going to marry Jack" had an
awful fear once that 4 mixed the two;
names little, and called on JacHmo
when I should have said Romeo. And
when my speech was over and lay.
motionless on the bed, I gave myself up to
such delightful thoughts that Capulet or
the friar, forget which, bending over the
couch to assure himself was really dead.
whispered:
ssKeep quiet; you're GRIMM !"
was very glad when the play was over.
We often read the reverse side of the
picture how the clown cracks jokes
while his heart is breaking; perhaps his
only mother-in-law passing away without
his arms to support her. But no one has
ever written Of the Juliet who goes
through terror, suffering and despair to
the tune of "Jack's returned. I'm going
to marry Jack.,,-Re Henry in Homo
Chimes.